• My name is Zandred. I have power unlike anything anyone has ever seen.
    I was once a mere mortal and feared death, until I met Death himself. He came to me in a weakened state. He wanted me to restore him to power by collecting souls.
    "You are the only one who can do this," he told me.
    "I will do it... for a price," I told him
    "I want power over death," I bargained.
    "It will be done," he replied.
    Over the course of the next few years I collected thousands of souls. I finally collected enough souls four years later. I called for Death to come to me.
    "Good," he crooned, "I only need one more soul."
    "Who's?," I asked.
    "YOURS," He screamed with an evil laugh.
    Next thing I knew I was laying on the ground in an unfamiliar place.
    Suddenly Death appeared in front of me. "Your wish has been granted," he said before disappearing.
    I was suddenly back in my home, but my face felt different. I looked in the mirror and the front of my face looked like a skull. All of the sudden I felt power well up inside me. I went out to the graveyard and brought forth an army of skeleton warriors. "Yes," I said as I led them toward the city, knowing I was finally immortal.